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Beastiality 11 – Convinced By A Friend

Darlene was conflicted.

She loved sex with her Great Dane.

Her former Master had introduced her to the world of dog sex, making her the bitch to this magnificent animal. Her Master had gone so far as to take her to the vet, naked, crawling on all fours, where she was examined like any other dog. The vet even implanted an identification chip under her skin, as is done to valuable pets. It identified her as a fawn-colored Great Dane bitch.

So, having sex with a dog was not the issue. It was the idea of doing it in front of other people.

Her friend Christine put on such performances, and apparently enjoyed doing them. Her Mistress had her doing so both in their home, and at a farm upstate. Christine gave her glowing reports of how much fun it was to be the center of attention at these things.

Hearing this touched a need deep inside Darlene. She was a natural submissive, but now without a Master or Mistress. She enjoyed when a Dominant pressed her boundaries a bit, encouraging her to try new experiences that she lacked the courage to attempt on her own. Especially experiences that humiliated her, since her mind/body somehow transmuted the humiliation into excitement, pleasure, and a strange sense of satisfaction.

Christine told Darlene that an event was coming up, and that her Mistress told her to specifically find out if ‘bitch Darlene’ was interested in joining them. Darlene met with Christine at a tea shop, to learn more about these performances. When she and Christine were acting as bitches in the Mistress’ home, they were not allowed to speak human words, only to bark in response to questions. If they ever slipped up and spoke, they were punished.

As they sat sipping tea in an isolated corner, they were able to have a candid, albeit quiet, conversation.

“When Mistress first takes a bitch to these shows, it’s to evaluate her,” Christine whispered. “She cannot tell ahead of time how the new one will behave, so she’s not there to be fucked, that first time. I can guarantee that if you participate, you will not be fucked by anyone or anything.”

“So I’d just be presented to the audience?” Darlene asked.

“Oh no. She said it would be more than that. She mentioned that the experience will be very intense for you,” she replied.

“Very intense, but no fucking involved,” Darlene pondered quietly. “I wonder what it could possible involve. But it’s obvious her Mistress wants to keep it as a surprise.” She spoke aloud, “So she’s trying to hook me by arousing my curiosity, isn’t she?”

Christine didn’t have to reply to such a rhetorical question. She just smiled knowingly, with a twinkle in her eye.

Darlene had arrived at this meeting already half convinced that she wanted to try something new. To test her limits. Her curiosity pushed her over the edge. After all, if she didn’t agree to try this, she’d never know what she’d missed. “All right. I’m hooked. I’m willing to give it a try.”

“Excellent. Mistress has high hopes for you, she said,” Christine shared. She went on to ask, “You’re still lactating, right? Mistress milks me every day for her coffee.” Indeed, Christine had very large breasts that sagged and swayed from years of milk production.

“Yes, my milk’s still flowing. I pump every day and give my milk to my dog. He seems to love it,” Darlene confirmed.

“Great, then I was told to give you these instructions. The next show is this Saturday. You’ll attend it, along with me. Mistress commands that you not pump any milk between now and then. As part of your performance, you’ll be milked on stage.”

Darlene opened her eyes very wide. “Milked, in front of an audience?” She felt the first shivers of fright mixed with excitement. “Who’ll milk me?”

Christine merely replied, “She wouldn’t tell me. Just be ready at 6 pm. Our car will come for you,” telling Darlene just enough to leave her in delicious mystery.

As they parted, Darlene thought to herself, “Today’s Wednesday. Two days without pumping! My udders – yes, her Master had trained her to think of her breasts as udders, and her nipples as teats – will be achingly engorged by then!”

The intervening hours and minutes leading up to Saturday evening crawled by at a snail’s pace, and yet were gone in the blink of an eye.

Obedient as only a submissive can be, she had refrained from pumping her milk, following the Mistress’ instructions as relayed by Christine. She estimated that her udders had grown at least another cup size during this time. She dared not even touch them, even though they were achingly sore, lest her milk start flowing. She dressed in a simple T-shirt, skirt and black flats, no bra or panties, since she knew she wouldn’t be wearing clothes for most of the evening. She prayed that the contact of the shirt fabric on her teats wouldn’t start her leaking through it.

The chauffeur driven car arrived precisely at 6 pm. Darlene was relieved to see her friend Christine waiting inside it. Together, holding hands – perhaps mainly to comfort Darlene, who was visibly trembling – they were driven to the Mistress’ house.

They knew what was expected of them. As they entered the foyer, they were met by not only Christine’s Mistress, but also a woman Darlene had met briefly twice previously – Miss Malvasia. Darlene and Christine quickly removed all their clothing, put on their collars, and got down on all fours, after attaching little rubber pads with adhesive backing onto their knees. From this moment on, they knew they’d be treated like animals.

This process of transforming herself into an animal caused a range of emotions to course through Darlene. She basically surrendered her humanity at this point, debasing herself. This created a deep feeling of submission – of letting go. The combination, the feeling of doing something forbidden, created a surge of excitement that heightened her senses. When Miss Malvasia attached a leash to her collar, its click almost made her bounce with excitement.

Christine was leashed in a similar manner, and one of Christine’s dogs wandered into the foyer to see who had arrived. In typical dog fashion, he sniffed each of their butts in his process of identification. The women, now bitches, were required to sniff his butt in return as he presented it to each of their faces, following dog protocol.

“Look at my bitch,” Christine’s Mistress exclaimed. “It’s cunt is already wide open, begging for a breeding,” causing Christine to smile rather proudly, sticking her ass up higher on display.

“I see what you mean,” Miss Malvasia concurred. “And its udders are hanging so low,” she said, referring to Christine’s, which were so pendulous they almost touched the floor. “My bitch, even though it has smaller udders, looks completely engorged. I have never seen its udders so full, bulging like that.” Being referred to in such a manner was very humiliating to Darlene, and yet she got nervous shivers of excitement from hearing her body discussed like this.

The bitches were led crawling naked into the sitting room, to wait sitting on dog mats as Christine’s Mistress took Miss Malvasia out of the room on some errand.

Darlene felt the hot flush that had stained her cheeks when she’d undressed in the foyer, her naked body fully on display to everyone, including the chauffeur, gradually fade away. She dared not talk to Christine now. Bitches do not talk, and she didn’t want to risk punishment.

After an interminable amount of time, the two Dominants returned. Both bitches became instantly alert as the Dominants re-entered the room and approached them. While she was still far across the room, Darlene’s curiosity compelled her to study Miss Malvasia’s appearance. The woman was very tall and slender, her height emphasized by the heels she was wearing. Rather pale, with a perfect complexion, she was dressed elegantly in a black dress that hugged her curvaceous body. Her long, sexy legs flashed forward and back as she strode. Her jet black hair caressed her shoulders. She held herself regally, and regarded Darlene with piercing blue eyes, as if she was examining an interesting specimen.

Miss Malvasia was so close that her perfume was in Darlene’s nostrils now. A bit mesmerized by this striking Dominant, Darlene gazed longingly at the woman, scanning her from her feet to her hair, and locking eyes with her.

Christine’s Mistress noticed this behavior, and flicked Darlene’s naked ass with a thin cane she was carrying. Darlene yelped, and quickly lowered her eyes.

Handing Miss Malvasia the cane, the Mistress said, “Do that, if it looks at you again.”

Darlene, awash with feelings of that recent pain, blending with her current humiliation at being referred to as ‘it’ and her excitement about the upcoming evening, sat as still as a statue.

The Mistress said, “We are going to the vet’s and then to a showing.” She was addressing Miss Malvasia, but it was clear that she was doing so to let the bitches overhear, but still allow herself to treat them as dumb animals. “The new bitch, which you will be handling, isn’t ready to be fucked in front of an audience, but the evening will still be quite intense for it. I’ll evaluate its performance during this introduction to these activities.”

Miss Malvasia was apparently permitted to address bitches directly, as long as her tone and manner was appropriate to their current animal status. She knelt down in front of Darlene, and speaking as if to a loved pet, asked, “Well bitch, what do you think? Are you up for a ride in the car, and an intense new experience? If so, speak.” Her slight accent was very alluring. As she asked, she petted Darlene’s hair, and chucked her gently under her chin.

Darlene was carefully keeping her gaze downwards, not daring to make eye contact. She was still very nervous about going, not having a clue what ‘intense’ meant. But she knew she’d regret it if she passed on this opportunity. It was doubtful it would be offered again. Miss Malvasia was seeking her final assent, making sure that Darlene was submitting voluntarily. Darlene, took a deep breath to attempt to calm herself before ‘speaking’ – she gave out a sharp but tremulous ‘yip’ of agreement.

Satisfied, the two Dominants led their leashed pets to a van waiting outside. The bitches were placed into small pet carriers, with just enough room to fit their crouching bodies. There was a water bottle attached to each carrier cage, with a feeder tube that ended in the shape of a penis. The bitches would have to suck this cock dildo if they wished to drink – a creative touch of further humiliation. They could see each other through the bars of their cages on their short journey to the vet’s office.

The van backed up to a deserted loading dock, and the bitches were unloaded. Thankfully, the loading dock was deserted at this moment. Led by their leashes, they crawled to a waiting room. After about a five minute wait, the Mistress took Christine out of the room. Darlene waited patiently at the end of Miss Malvasia’s leash for her turn.

Eventually, the vet came into the waiting room, and walked up to Darlene to pet her head, saying, “Relax, bitch. I’ll be looking out for you.” Darlene did relax, because she liked the vet, and trusted him. This wasn’t her first visit to his office.

Taking her leash, the vet led her back to the examination room. Its center was dominated by a stainless steel table with a bright overhead light. Stooping down, the vet hoisted Darlene onto the table, just as he would with any large beast. Miss Malvasia held the leash in one hand, and with the other stroked Darlene’s back soothingly, helping to control her.

The vet scanned the chip embedded in Darlene’s neck, to confirm he was dealing with the correct animal. He proceeded to give Darlene a quick examination. He inserted a speculum into her cunt, and he and Miss Malvasia both looked inside. “You can see that this bitch isn’t receptive at the moment,” he pointed out to Miss Malvasia. “It’s not in its heat cycle. But look at how its cunt has a healthy pink coloration, even though it’s larger than average now.”

Darlene, kneeling on all fours on the examination table, flushed scarlet at this comment. It was true that servicing her Great Dane was gradually stretching her cunt wider and wider. She feared that it would eventually get so large that men wouldn’t get any pleasure attempting to get friction there when trying to fuck her. Her embarrassment intensified as the vet described to Miss Malvasia ‘this bitch’s recent sexual history’ – how frequently she had been mounted by dogs and bred by them. “It has been very active,” he concluded. “This dilation of its cunt will increase over time,” he declared, confirming her fears.

The vet moved his hands to Darlene’s udders, cupping them gently, as if weighing them to estimate the amount of milk they might contain. “Its udders are completely full,” he noted. She smiled gratefully. Her udders hadn’t ever been this achingly engorged before, and it felt wonderful when he lifted them, removing some of the strain produced by their dangling beneath her.

It felt so good, in fact, that Darlene’s pussy began secreting and rippling, and soon her cunt juices were streaming down her thighs. She was a bit mortified. The two people examining her had to be aware of the sight and scent of those fluids. They had to know that she was an aroused little bitch. They made no comment about it, however, as the vet made an unexpected proposal to Darlene.

“We would like to pierce your right ear, up high, about here,” he said, indicating by touch the top area of her right ear. “It won’t be a large hole – just enough for a small earring. It’ll hurt, but not for long. If you agree to this, scratch your left paw on the table top.”

Darlene froze in place. “An ear piercing? Whatever for?” she thought furiously. But, as an animal, she could not vocalize this question. Her heart pounded hard and fast as she considered. She had two other piercings, but always in soft flesh – never in the upper cartilages of her ear. Her body trembled nervously as she considered her response.

The vet had been watching her closely, and sensed her hesitancy. “If you hesitate, I know that your answer is ‘no’, which is fine,” he said kindly.

Something about his tone of voice settled her emotions. She knew him, liked him, and trusted him. She felt he wouldn’t let her come to any real harm, and perhaps an ear stud there would be attractive in the long run. She dragged her left paw over the steel surface beneath her.

“Good bitch,” the vet said soothingly, and patted her rump. He cleaned her ear surface, and applied something that caused a topical freezing action on the tissues, numbing them. But not enough. As he pierced her ear, the sudden pain was so unexpectedly intense that Darlene squealed and jerked involuntarily. Both the vet and Miss Malvasia were holding her in place, so no harm was done, and they both stroked and comforted her, to calm her back down.

After her watering eyes cleared, Darlene looked down into her reflection on the shiny table surface. Turning her head slightly, she could see a fuzzy reflection of a little stud in her ear. “If it really hurts badly, bark once, bitch, and I’ll give you something for the pain,” the vet offered. But the pain had diminished already to a dull ache, so Darlene didn’t bark.

After waiting a moment for her response, the vet scooped Darlene into his arms to lower her safely to the floor. Once she was on the floor, the vet offered her a small, cheese-flavored dog biscuit on his palm. Without much ambivalence, she licked it from his palm and chewed it as he patted her head approvingly.

Miss Malvasia pulled on her leash, and Darlene was led back to the van, where Christine was already waiting in her cage. The van sped off into the darkness, and traveled quite some distance, it seemed to Darlene. Christine had been to this location many times before, so she knew they had time to whisper to one another. They had to whisper, of course, to avoid being punished. The van was noisy enough that there was little chance the riders in the front would hear them.

“Mistress discussed the evening with the vet, so I know a little bit more about tonight’s performance,” Christine murmured. “I’m going to be fucked by 2 dogs. One will be my own, and the other will be a dog owned by one of the members of the audience.”

“What about me?” Darlene whispered.

“I only know you’re going to be milked on stage, and that you’ll not be fucked,” she replied very quietly.

This was both good news and bad news to Darlene. Good, because she was nervous about performing in front of the audience, but also bad, because she was very horny at this point.

Finally, the van was parked, the rear doors were opened and the two bitches were let out. They were unable to make out anything about the house, which was shrouded in darkness by this point. Their respective Dominants led them by their leashes to a grassy area. Christine’s Mistress commanded, “Pee.” Her commands were kept simple, so that her animal could understand.

As the bitches crawled slowly through the grass, seeking a good spot to piss, people were walking by, some as couples. If Darlene tried to glance at these people, her leash would be sharply tugged to get her to concentrate on her task. She quickly gave up and tried hard to urinate. Tried, but it was very difficult to pee like a bitch, in unfamiliar surroundings, with strangers strolling by, making comments.

One woman said to her partner, “It’s so exciting being here! I’m really anxious to see a breeding!”

The man with her replied, “I believe there will be more than one breeding tonight.”

Another man informed the couple, “Those are two of the bitches from tonight’s show – right there near you.”

Darlene was finding it near impossible to pee by this point. Shame, blended with the desired not to soil herself, was causing her to seize up. Luckily, Christine started peeing loudly in the grass next to her. The sound and smell of that urine stream triggered a reflex in Darlene, and she finally was able to squat and piss. When she lifted one thigh away from the other, the changes that had taken place in the shape of her cunt caused her labia to draw apart from each other. She was pleased that she only got a small dribble on herself which quickly dried as they were led away from the grassy area toward a large barn like structure.

The bitches were taken through a small side door that led into a long corridor along one side of the structure. The floor was made of cement, but there was a rubber runner running down the corridor for them to crawl on. There were small stalls on each side of the corridor. Darlene could hear lots of animals nearby, some apparently in the stalls, but the doors were solid so she couldn’t see what they were. She did, however, hear the sound of sheep and at least one dog barking. The smell of animals was very strong.

As Darlene was led into one stall by Miss Malvasia, she noted that Christine was being led into the stall next door by her Mistress. Miss Malvasia then left her alone. The solid walls between the stalls were only the height of a person, so Darlene could hear Christine’s Mistress speaking to her. “Now I want you to be a good little bitch, and make me proud,” she said, as one speaks to one’s pet. “I know that one of the dogs will be new to you, so I’m not sure how this will go. But I know you’ll do your best,” she said soothingly. She added, “If you perform well, I’ll let you watch your little friend’s part in tonight’s showing.”

A moment later, the door to Darlene’s stall opened and Christine’s Mistress entered. Patting Darlene on her head, she murmured, “Be quiet and rest, cunt. I’ll get things started and then send for you. I’ll allow you into the show area as long as you don’t make a fuss or speak. Don’t be nervous. Try to relax.” That Mistress always referred to Darlene and Christine as ‘it’, or ‘bitch’, or ‘cunt’ – never anything indicating they were other than dumb animals.

Going back to Christine’s stall, she said, “Come.” Darlene thought she could hear Christine shuffling away down the rubber mat. Darlene tried to rest. Her neck hurt from bending it up during her long crawls. And her calves hurt from constantly contracting them as she crawled to try to prevent her toes from bumping or scraping the ground.

Just a few minutes later, Miss Malvasia came into Darlene’s stall. She carried a large rubber band that fit snugly around Darlene’s forehead. Before Darlene had a chance to wonder why this was being done, Miss Malvasia inserted nose hooks into her nostrils. She ran their thin wire up under the rubber band at the center of her forehead and fidgeted with them, getting the tip of Darlene’s nose lifted upward. Darlene found that while the hooks did not exactly hurt, they were certainly not comfortable either.

The stall door was opened again, and the vet came in. he fitted a little pink mask over Darlene’s eyes and adjusted its position so that she could see perfectly well. It gave her some comfort to realize that with such a mask on, she could not be recognized by members of the audience. He knelt down close to her, cupped one of her udders in his hand and murmured, “You will have to be a sow tonight,” causing Darlene to tremble in confusion. Sensing her tension, he again reassured her, “Don’t worry. As promised, no one and no thing will fuck you. I’ll be right there with you.”

He rubbed Darlene’s back to help her relax a bit. She felt a tug at her ear as he removed the stud and replaced it with something that was lighter, and hung down, brushing her ear. Miss Malvasia took her leash, and led her out of the stall, and down the hallway past many more stalls. Again Darlene heard the movement of many animals and inhaled their strange foreign smells.

They reached a doorway. Someone opened it, and Miss Malvasia led Darlene to a carpeted area at the end of a stage, and commanded, “Sit.” She didn’t chide Darlene for looking around, probably allowing her to get accustomed to this new environment. Darlene saw a woman up on the stage being fucked by a dog that looked like a gorgeous fluffy Akita. Two rows of chairs filled with people faced the stage. They were so focused on the woman on the stage, that it was doubtful that any of them had noticed Darlene’s entrance.

Taking out some rubber bands, Miss Malvasia put Darlene’s hair into pigtails. Oblivious to this, Darlene sat riveted by the view of the dog and his bitch. The Akita stopped humping, and the woman moaned loudly. Darlene knew that the dog was spewing his cum into her. As he dismounted, she saw him pull his glistening cock out of the woman’s cunt, knot and all. Her cunt must’ve been stretched out big enough that the knot couldn’t hold its seal. A lot of cum ran out of her gaping hole as she was led away, bringing a ripple of applause from the audience.

Christine was led to the center of the stage by her Mistress. Speaking to the audience, her Mistress proclaimed, “My bitch is going to receive a new mating, with a dog brought in just for this purpose tonight. This dog has never met this bitch before, so we will see how he behaves.” Christine was on all fours, posed in ‘heat position’ – her shoulders a little down, her ass up nice and high.

A man appeared at the side of the stage leading an English sheep dog. Darlene was surprised at how big this dog was, perhaps the largest she had ever seen of that breed. He was so hairy that it was difficult to make out any of his facial features other than his large black nose. He walked right over to Christine and used that nose to scent her. He spent a few minutes sniffing and walking all around her, inspecting her. He also licked up some of the cum that had dribbled on the floor from the previous performance. This apparently aroused him, because his enormous cock slid forward out of its furry sheath. Darlene heard audible gasps from the audience at this point.

With no warning, he mounted Christine, and thrust. His cock might’ve hit her ass with that thrust, because she grunted loudly and pulled away. Undaunted, he remounted and this time his cock found the correct opening. He began humping hard and fast. Christine became very noisy, making encouraging yips, barks, squeals and gibberish as she was being bred. She appeared to be having the time of her life, bracing herself against his powerful hip action.

The man who had brought the dog was exhorting, “Get her good, Captain! Nail your new bitch!”

The dog fucked Christine for a long time. Then he stopped humping and it was obvious he was cumming in her. He remained still for perhaps 5 minutes, his belly along Christine’s back. When he turned to dismount, Christine gave a little shriek, since they were still knotted together. Darlene knew exactly what that felt like. The pain can bring tears that blur your vision.

The sheep dog and his bitch remained tied for about 10 minutes. During this time, Darlene became fidgety because her nose was getting so uncomfortable. Ever observant, Miss Malvasia adjusted the hooks a bit, and gave her some relief. Darlene blinked her eyes in gratitude.

Ultimately, the sheep dog pulled his cock free from Christine with a loud popping sound. People could now come up on the stage and look closely at the state of Christine’s cunt. A lot of comments were made about how large it was, and many marveled at how raw it looked after that intense fucking. As Christine endured their inspection, waiting on her hands and knees, her huge pendulous udders practically brushed the stage. A few people began playing with those udders, pushing them to make them swing back and forth.

One woman especially thought doing that was great fun, laughing as she played with them. She discovered that Christine was lactating, so after watching the udder sway, she then gave it a squeeze to make it drip. Several people chuckled, seeing this.

As the crowd returned to their seats, someone brought Christine a bowl of water. She had sweated quite heavily from her breeding, so she lapped at the water gratefully.

Her Mistress brought in Christine’s Great Dane. She announced to the audience, “This is the dog that broke Christine into the world of dog sex.” Without further ado, she just let him go. He bounded over to his very familiar bitch and smoothly and easily mounted her. They began what was very obviously a joyous session of fucking. Darlene could tell from Christine’s facial expressions and happy yipping sounds that she was extremely pleased to be fucking her own dog.

Darlene was getting quite turned on, watching Christine’s extremely hot and erotic performance with her dog. But a disquieting thought worked it way into her mind. When Christine was done, it would very probably be Darlene’s turn up on the stage. Crawling up there, naked, for all the audience to gawk at. She began to see a few people looking over to where she sat, eying her. Her nervousness grew and grew.

The vet sensed something was troubling her. He knelt down beside her and whispered, “Just relax. Nothing will hurt you. All will be fine.”

But no words could dispel her tension now. She tried to relax, but it was impossible.

Christine’s performance ended. Her Mistress led her over to where Darlene sat. Taking hold of Darlene’s leash, Miss Malvasia led her out onto the stage. She crawled stiffly, barely believing this was happening. The vet followed behind the two of them. Miss Malvasia led Darlene to the very center of the stage. Darlene barely noticed the pools of cum she was crawling through.

Miss Malvasia adjusted Darlene’s mask, which had come askew, so that she could see better, and sat her down. But Christine’s Mistress instructed Miss Malvasia, “Walk the new bitch around the edge of the stage, so the audience can get a good look at her.”

Darlene crawled mechanically, pulled by the leash attached to the collar on her neck. She wasn’t thinking about crawling. She was acutely aware of all the eyes staring at her, like they had fires gleaming in their pupils. She was flushed and warm, incredibly nervous, and her breathing had become very ragged. Tons of adrenaline surged through her. She was trembling so hard that she forgot the discomfort of the nose hooks. In some small corner of her mind, she took a tiny bit of comfort that the mask she was wearing made her anonymous. She was led back to center stage.

The vet spoke to the audience, saying, “This is a real treat for you, a bitch that has never been on stage before. This bitch is owned by a Harlequin Great Dane. You all can see how pretty it is, and how full its udders are. It’s not here as the feature attraction, but just an added value. Tonight it will demonstrate for you its abilities as a sow.”

Darlene almost fainted, hearing this. Her state of mind was so conflicted and confused that she thought he meant that she would be fucked by a boar – right there on stage! The thought was brief though, because she remembered his promise that she would not be fucked tonight by anyone or anything.

The vet patted her head, and whispered, “Lie down on your side, in front of me, with the front of your body facing the audience.”

As Darlene complied with his command, Miss Malvasia left the stage.

The vet played with Darlene’s udders a bit, in full view of the audience, that was now watching with rapt attention. His manipulations of her udders was a bit uncomfortable because they were so full and aching. He then lifted the object that he had attached to the piercing in her ear.

It turned out to be a tag of some sort, and he read what it said out loud to the audience. “This is a young sow, named Bluebell. She is really a gilt.” He paused, to explain to them, “A gilt is a female pig that has never been bred to a boar – has never been pregnant.” He turned back to reading the tag, finishing with, “However, this gilt is lactating, having been prepared for this demonstration.”

At this point, Miss Malvasia stepped forward and brought him a tray. The tray had on it a large baster, like a turkey baster, and a large glass flask filled with a milky fluid. Darlene could smell the fluid. It had a distinctive smell, and she knew immediately what it was – pig cum. Her former Master had made her drink the cum of many animals as part of her training – dog, horse, bull and pig. Pig cum was the worst of them all. She hated that smell. The nose hooks opened her nostrils so wide that the smell flooded her senses.

The vet took some mentholatum ointment from a small tube and smeared it above Darlene’s upper lip, under her nose. That helped her deal with the smell. He then filled the turkey baster with pig cum from the flask. Turning to the audience, he explained, “This is the procedure to break in a sow – to prepare it for its ultimate breeding task. This flask contains pig semen. The young sow needs to become familiar with it.”

So saying, he knelt and put the tip of the baster into Darlene’s mouth, and squeezed the bulb. Darlene got a huge mouthful of the vile stuff. It was thick, and sour tasting. She had to start swallowing in an attempt to get the taste out of her mouth, and to prevent choking on it. She could hear the women in audience reacting. Many gasped. Some made sounds of dismay. Some men and women made twittering sounds and nervous laughter, probably relieved that Darlene was being subjected to this, rather than they themselves.

Darlene couldn’t focus on the audience at this point. She was too busy trying to swallow. Three more squeezes of the baster’s bulb, and it was finally empty. She had swallowed about a pint of nasty pig semen, with very little spillage from her mouth. She thought to her herself, “Thank God that’s over. And I did not choke or spit it up.”

The vet stood up. Darlene let out a mental sigh of relief, “OK, we are done,” and sat up from her reclining position. Miss Malvasia snapped her leash hard making her get back down as she had been. When someone has a leash to a collar on your neck, you tend to do what they want.

The vet pushed Darlene back into position, on her side, facing the onlooking crowd of people, and knelt down behind her. Miss Malvasia brought a little red cushion to put under Darlene’s head, and left the stage again. To ensure the watchers had a good view of everything, the vet lifted Darlene’s upper leg up high, exposing her cunt fully, and whispered, “Keep your leg up.” Reaching over her, and cupping Darlene’s udders, the vet addressed the audience. “Even though this sow has rather small udders, it’s a good milk producer.” He moved her udders back and forth, displaying them fully and carefully to the crowd, drawing their attention.

Miss Malvasia came back onto the stage, carrying 2 piglets. These were small white piglets with pink spots, weighing perhaps 5 pounds each. She handed one, a female, to the vet. He squeezed one of Darlene’s teats firmly enough to express some of her milk, and placed the snout of the piglet at that teat. The little beast sniffed and snuffled, sensing the milk, and latched onto her teat. She began sucking hard! Darlene squealed in shock!

Darlene tried not to yelp, sometimes unsuccessfully, as the creature greedily clamped down on her teat and began moving its head forward and back. This alternately stretched the teat away from her body, and then relaxed it back, only to pull it out again, all the time suckling hard. It pressed its little pig feet into the under curve of her udder for leverage, dragging her teat painfully toward the audience as it nursed.

She felt her milk let down and start to flow into the piglet’s gullet. The second piglet, a male, was placed alongside the first, and it butted its head against her udder, perhaps incited by the sounds the first piglet was making as it fed. Each head butt was painful on her swollen udder. Finally the second piglet found her upper teat and also latched on, planted its feet and began tugging, pulling the udder both downward toward the stage and outward toward the crowd. The painful suckling doubled now, and Darlene yelped again and again, though she tried to control her vocalizations. She had never felt a sensation like this on her tender teats before!

She looked down and saw 4 little black, beady eyes staring into hers. She could not believe that such small creatures could suck so hard. She was not paying attention to the crowd at this point, but Christine later told her that several people let their jaws drop open in surprise as they watched. Perhaps they had never before seen someone nurse piglets. And in case Darlene had not already guessed, also told her that the nose hooks had distorted her nose into the semblance of a pig’s snout, adding to the surreality of the illusion of a human turned into a sow.

The effort to hold still while the piglets nursed was taxing her energy. Her upper leg began to shake and waver. Seeing this, Christine’s Mistress announced loudly, “The trainer will assist the sow.” Miss Malvasia walked behind Darlene’s legs and grasped the upper one to help her hold it up. Darlene sent her a mental message of gratitude.

While the piglets fed, the vet refilled the baster with another large load of pig cum. The crowd already knew what that milky fluid was, so he didn’t reiterate its contents. He pressed Darlene’s cunt lips wide apart, and inserted the baster into her cunt, and with years of experience, expertly lined up its tip with the hole in the center of her cervix. Darlene felt the tip bump against that sensitive opening deep inside her. He now explained, “When the boar inserts its penis into the sow, the design of its penis allows it to insert its tip right into the opening of her cervix, as I have done with this baster. Therefore, when he ejaculates, his semen does not deposit into her vagina. His semen floods directly into her womb, providing maximum insurance that his sperm will easily find her oviducts, and fertilize her eggs.”

He paused to let this concept sink in, watching the eyes of the audience for comprehension. The women may have caught on faster, knowing female anatomy better than the men did. He saw their pupils dilate in surprise as they visualized a direct deposit of semen into that secret inner chamber. Smiling, he started squeezing the bulb. The audience broke out in loud exclamations of surprise. He was injecting pig semen directly into this ‘sow’ right before their eyes!

At first, Darlene could not actually feel the flow of cum into her womb – she couldn’t really feel much of anything other than the piglets pulling on her teats. She looked over at Christine, who was watching the show intently. Christine was carefully mouthing words, but making no sound. Darlene could tell she was saying ‘good girl’ over and over.

By the time the baster was empty, Darlene did become aware of a sensation. She felt a bit ‘full’ – like she had eaten too much food. It was not a totally unpleasant feeling. Still holding the baster inside her, plugging her cervical opening, the vet began rubbing her belly softly, which eased the sensation a tiny bit. The audience was spellbound.

One woman, who was watching everything very avidly, and was obviously highly turned on by what she was seeing, said to her friend, “We should get her.” Darlene had no idea what the woman meant by that.

The vet announced, “This sow now has a full pint of pig semen inside its uterus. The pig sperm are swimming around, seeking its eggs, determined to fertilize them.” As he spoke, Miss Malvasia handed him an inflatable dildo with a detachable pump. He slipped the baster out of Darlene’s cunt, and smoothly slipped the inflatable into her pussy. He pumped it up to where it just started to hurt her a bit. “This inflatable now fills its vaginal canal, sealing the cervical opening, ensuring that the sperm will not leak out. Are there any questions?”

The piglets continued suckling Darlene’s teats as the vet fielded questions from the audience. Darlene was not consciously aware of many of the questions. Her mind was in a shattered state from sensory overload. There were so many sensations flooding in all at once, and there is a limit to what the brain can process.

A few of the questions did stick into her consciousness. A woman asked in all seriousness, “Can she get pregnant from what you just did?”

Hearing this question, Darlene glanced up at the vet. With his face momentarily turned away from the audience, she saw him roll his eyes in amusement. But he turned his face to the questioner, and told her seriously, “No. That is not possible.”

A man asked, “Will she actually get bred to a boar someday? Will notices be sent out about such a show?”

The vet answered, “We shall see about that.”

Another woman suggested, “Maybe one of the piglets that is nursing on her right now will grow up to fuck her someday.” This generated a roar of laughter that echoed around the room.

When she heard that statement, Darlene blushed a very deep shade of red and felt quite feverish. She realized that she was curious how it would feel to have one of these piglets, once full-grown, try to mount her and breed with her. When she realized what she was being curious about, she also realized that the thought also horrified her, sending a wash of shame through her.

The piglets had drained her udders by this point, but they kept suckling. The vet started to take them off, but the piglets refused to let go – they held on tight. As he lifted each piglet up away from her body, her teats stretched her udders up to a painful height before snapping free of the piglet’s mouth.

Miss Malvasia helped Darlene back onto her hands and knees and began leading her off of the stage. The stage edge wasn’t high off the ground – perhaps a foot or a foot and a half. But Darlene was so drained, both physically and emotionally, that she started to fall. Miss Malvasia alertly caught Darlene, preventing her from injuring herself. She led the now exhausted bitch slowly back toward the door to the hallway of stalls. As they reached the door, Christine’s Mistress murmured praise to Miss Malvasia as they passed, “I saw you save it from that fall. That’s good work.”

After what seemed to Darlene like an eternity of crawling, they reached her stall. She collapsed onto the straw. Miss Malvasia carefully removed the mask, nose hooks and the elastic band. She examined Darlene’s udders, which were not very big at all now. Her touch there felt good, but when she touched the teats, Darlene winced. Miss Malvasia produced from her purse an aloe lotion, and began gently dabbing at the tender area. Darlene gave a heavy sigh of grateful relief. She was left resting in the stall for about 30 minutes. She could not tell if the show was continuing with other performances, or if the people were socializing.

After this time of rest, the vet entered her stall and checked her inflatable. He removed the tag from her ear, replacing it with the stainless steel stud. “You were a very good sow,” he said approvingly, petting her head fondly before he left.

Miss Malvasia, along with Christine and her Mistress appeared, and the two bitches were led back to the van and loaded into their carriers for the trip back to the city. There were no whispered conversations between the bitches during this journey, because Darlene fell into a doze. It seemed like moments later they were back at the Mistress’ house.

The tired bitches were unloaded and led into the house. Christine’s Mistress came close to Darlene, leaned down, and kissed her softly on her cheek. Turning to the chauffeur, she said, “Take it home now.” Tired as she was, Darlene still managed a gentle smile at still being referred to as ‘it’.

In the foyer, Darlene transformed back into a woman, wearily pulling on a T-shirt and her skirt, and allowed herself to be driven home.

By the time she arrived at home, the mentholatum had worn off and she could smell clearly again. She discovered that the horrible stink that she was smelling was her body. She didn’t think she’d be able to sleep, smelling like that, so she climbed into her shower. Once inside it, she carefully pulled the inflatable out of her cunt, and began cleaning herself. But now that her vaginal passage was unblocked, the pig semen began drooling out of her, intensifying the stench, and there was indeed a lot of it. It took quite a while to drain, during which she soaped and lathered and rinsed several times. Darlene felt quite filthy, with pig cum in her. But when she thought about it, drinking it was a much grosser thing by far.

She climbed out of the shower, and sniffed herself, relieved that things seemed normal again. But when she pressed her hand against her crotch, she could still detect the smell of pig on that hand. Douching with a blast of Summer’s Eve douche helped dispel that awful smell. She collapsed into her bed, and slept deeply until late morning.

As she was having her breakfast, Christine called. “Are you OK?” her friend asked.

Touching her udders to check, Darlene answered, “I’m fine, although my teats still ache from those piglets.”

“OMG!” her friend exclaimed. “That was so hot! Seeing you do all that! My cunt was creaming the whole time! I wanted to finger myself as I watched!”

Darlene smiled at hearing her enthusiasm. “I’m glad it turned you on. Seeing you take that huge sheep dog did it for me, too.”

“Would you do it again?” Christine asked.

“I don’t know,” Darlene answered truthfully. “It felt good, having my udders drained. I’ve never had them that full before. But those piglets were so rough. They really pulled hard on my teats. And those nose hooks were very uncomfortable – dreadful.”

“Oh Darlene! You couldn’t see it from the viewpoint of the people watching. The nose hooks completed the illusion of a sow nursing her piglets. I’ve never seen anything so hot! I hope you and I can give more performances together. Please think about it,” Christine pleaded.

“I will,” Darlene promised. After they made arrangements to get together for some shopping and having dinner, they hung up.

Darlene reflected on the events of the previous evening. Thoughts chased one another as she pondered. “My teats hurt, but Miss Malvasia did soothe them, and they already feel a tiny bit better today. Drinking pig cum isn’t pleasant at all, but I really think the vet did that for shock value. I think I heard some women in the crowd gagging at the thought of being made to do that.” She smiled to herself, and felt a perverse sense of courage for doing something they could not.

She continued her mental analysis. “The evening totally exhausted me, not from the physical work, although there was a lot of crawling involved, but mostly from the tension I felt about the situation. The biggest hurdle was the audience, especially an audience who really thinks of you as an animal, performing for them.” The flow of thoughts paused as the vision of herself led on a leash, crawling naked back and forth on the stage in front of a group of perfect strangers made her flush crimson in humiliation. Humiliation that fed some deep inner craving inside her.

She mentally summarized, “Last night, I was lying on a stage, looking down at two piglets suckling on me. I was hearing all those noises and comments from that audience of onlookers. My cunt was full of pig semen. And I was not unhappy at all. In fact, I was very turned on!” She had confronted her needs and fears.

“Yes, Christine,” she stated aloud to her absent friend. “I would do it again.”